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"Look here, Nan," exclaimed Mrs. Hunt. "Do you know where his teacher that Mr. Scott lives?" "Yes." "Well, why don't you send word to him? He seems to think a lot of Tode an' Dick. I guess he does of all his scholars. He would know what to do, an' where to look for the boy don't you think so?" Nan's face had brightened as her friend spoke. "I'm sure that's a good idea," she replied.
Later, however, their sense of justice led some of them to express, after their rough fashion, sympathy for Tode, and disapproval of his enemy's revengeful act. Besides, a few of them had enough conscience to acknowledge to themselves that they had not been entirely blameless. The result was that half a dozen of them went to Tode the next day and offered to "chip in" and set him up again.
I keep remembering all the time. Say, won't that make a elegant sign? I never thought of a sign in my life till Pliny Hastings he came along to-day. Did you ever see Pliny Hastings?" "No. Tode, I do wish you would begin to study grammar this very evening. You're enough to kill any body the way you talk." "Oh bother the grammar, I'm telling you about Pliny Hastings.
Of course you remember Winny, and the young man was the person who used to be familiarly known by the name of Tode Mall, but it was long since it had occurred even to him that he was ever other than Theodore Mallery, the enterprising young proprietor of that favorite refreshment-room down by the depot; for the dry-goods box had disappeared, so also had the cellar rum-hole.
Dick longed to ask if she knew anything about Tode, but his tongue refused to utter the words and he tumbled into bed in gloomy silence. There had been no shamming when Theo fell under the brutal blows of the four boys who had set upon him. They were all strong, well-grown lads, and striking blindly and viciously in the dark, had perhaps hit harder than they realised.
It is no easy matter for a boy to keep himself well washed and brushed with no face cloth or towel or brush, and no wash basin save the public sink. Tode had done his best however, and Nan looked at him in pleased surprise. "You do look nice, Tode," she said, and the boy's face brightened with satisfaction.
But say, Todie, why don't you drink a drop?" "I ain't a going to," was Tode's only answer. The two friends looked at each other curiously. "You're green," said Pliny, at last. "Yes," said Tode, promptly, "maybe; so's the moon." Whereat the two laughed and strolled away. "Isn't he a queer chap?" they said to each other as they went out into the snow.
Once at Castleton, it would be an easy matter to get to Albany. He thrust the precious card into his pocket, swung himself on the train, and selected his seat at leisure. Tode had never been to Sabbath-school, had never in his life knelt at the family altar and been prayed for.
"Nan," he began, "I told you I'd got loads of things to do now." "Yes?" The girl looked at him inquiringly. Tode was silent for a little. It was harder for him to speak than he had thought it would be. "You see," he went on, slowly, "I've been mean as dirt all my life.
"I'd have done what I could for you, anyhow, Carrots, but I do wish I could find him," he added, sorrowfully. "What's his name?" inquired Carrots. "Jack Finney." "What?" exclaimed the boy, staring at Theodore as if he could not believe his ears. "Jack Finney," repeated Theo, wonderingly. "Well, I never! Tode I'm Jack Finney." "You?" cried Theodore, starting up excitedly. "You Mrs.
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